But that scary place in between, when you realize suddenly you're no longer afraid. You don't care.
Between the drugs and disappointments what's left to look forward to?
After you finally realize you will probably never have anyone to come home to, no one who completes you. Everything is either out of my reach or comes too easy. I said make a plan to love me,....
but i'm still here all alone; and what a selfish preoccupation- looking for your partner in crime.
All those men who thought they loved you, loved pieces of you.
That is except for the ones who got away- sometimes we still talk, and I both smile and cry for my loss.
Everything I have I did to myself, it was inevitable really. This cant be the end of the road at 20,
But love i'm so so so tired, and theres still so much expected of me.
Theres nothing to do now but wait.
-A
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